I'm a real deep thinker, you know? Sometimes it don't even be about nothing serious I'm just real observant; and I know this Why do you niggas be hatin' man?
Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission Nigga on the grind Trying to hustle for the chicken I ain't really tripping, dog, I'm with it if you with it Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute Take it to the limit, I mean, why not I really had to earn everything I got Look back at 'em and I said, "bye, bye" Laughing at these niggas like, "ha! ha!"
Why you worshiping money? What's close to a nigga All hooks, no bars, I'm exposing you niggas Scared to fall in love, they just ho's to a nigga Hit it one time, she propose to a nigga Let me get a chance Fifteen my brother dies, wasn't in the plans Step-pops in the fans so I've been the man I'ma keep killing beats, let them niggas dance Thinkin of the times I was starvin' Homeless for my daughter but the pain make me harder Jumping off the bench cause the game need a starter Current top five bring my name up regardless Bro you know you flow trashy I don't like you nigga if you want it then get at me Pretty boy style but I keep the hair nappy Turn Kylie to a women Have her stuntin' like her daddy Got the hustle of an athlete Keep your mind subtle you in trouble if you lackin' It's practice, double up the madness A budget for the fashion and a hundred for the taxes Obama tryin' to jack us Die for my tribe man these niggas got it backwards No love for these bastards Or for my ex she ain't never been a factor
Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission Nigga on the grind Trying to hustle for the chicken I ain't really tripping, dog, I'm with it if you with it Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute Take it to the limit, I mean, why not I really had to earn everything I got Look back at 'em and I said, "bye, bye" Laughing at these niggas like, "ha! ha!"
From Afghanistan where you never get a chance And the rest of the world treats you lesser then a man Doing what I can but the pressure in the plan Homeless with a child, had to dress her in the Van You wouldn't understand so just call me what I am I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake, my nigga, Aubrey got the Grams Tomorrow's never promised so I party with the fam I need it more then you, I'm so sorry for this man I'm feeling blessed lately, selling out shows Now the ho's wanna date me You don't like me now, I'ma probably make you hate me Made my mamma proud, give a hell what you rate me Yeah, now it's back to the basics He gave me the vision, thankin' God for the Lasik Praise every quote, so close, I can taste it All I know is three's, 'tell them niggas learn the language I met a chick out in Portland Face wasn't nothin' but her lips were enormous Tits made her gorgeous The hips was proportional Only call me daddy, think I turned her to an orphan We gonna end up with a fortune Scoop your gal up cause the engine full of horses I pray we make it to the morning Album number one, you can take it as a warning
Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission Nigga on the grind Trying to hustle for the chicken I ain't really tripping, dog, I'm with it if you with it Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute Take it to the limit, I mean, why not I really had to earn everything I got Look back at 'em and I said, "bye, bye" Laughing at these niggas like, "ha! ha!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
